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Saille The Art & Literary Magazine of the Greenwich Education Group Schools

Volume 1 June, 2011


To Our Teachers

Editor: Victoria Jamieson Associate Editor: Carolyn Foerster Cover Art: Chauncey Dewey


Mural by Kathleen Whitman, Grade 10

Design by Chauncey Dewey, Grade 8


COQUA FERRI GLADIATOR RECENS SUM. MEUS GLADIUS, CULTER ESURIENS. MEA ARMA, SUBLIGAR GOSSYPII. MEA CULINA, ARENA. COQUA ATROX, FERRI SUM. MIHI MELONGENAE PUELI INIMICI VORACES. CAEDAMUR. ALEAR. PETRASETINUM ME ELUDIT. CULTER ME TAM DEFICIT UT SANGUINIS PROFLUVIUM FLUAT. GAUDETE! PUGNA NON PERFECTA, COQUA NON PERFECTA. CENA APPONETUR.

The Iron Chef I am a modern gladiator. My sword, a hungry knife. My armor, a cotton apron. My kitchen, the arena. A fierce cook, I am made of iron. The young eggplants, my voracious enemies. Let us slice each other. I am diced. The parsley escapes me. My knife so fails me That blood pours forth. Rejoice! The fight is not finished, The cook is not finished. Dinner will be served.

Carolyn Foerster, Grade 12


Bushido Eduardo Calderon, Grade 9


Brian Fargis, Grade 6


Julia Ghahramani, Grade 11


drops

BOOM-SLAM of

ELECTRIC-BRIGHT

nothing falls from the sky thunderhead

some

roars

people

overshadow

walk in

gloom

a

fills

others the

puddleful hoprun

air

tiredly

BOOM-SMASH ELECTRIC-IGNITE

Elizabeth Uhl, Grade 6

way


cloud-sad faces

some

overflow

walk

windows

in puddleful others

ways hoprace tiredly

BOOM-SLAM ELECTRIC-LIGHT

murky winds blur the blue

Yellow-bright Pops from the haze Brothersandsisters go out and play


My Brother Into the night where he can’t be seen Uncovers diverse emotions that are yet to be 3-D From the crack of dawn to the unseen twilight The earth receives nothing… But the sounds of the sea and the humidity of the air That uncovers a mystery… he is yet to share And the strong winds and roughness of the ground Are there beside him in troubles… that are now found But the honesty of himself was too strong to obey He must express himself…before it’s too late But the elements of the earth, were too unfastened to reply There was but one who could be like him And that was the one, who came before… his destiny To possess the dynasty at he who shall be named Known as the repulsive one, for he can uncover much at stake The one to slow down… the waves of the ocean The speed of the wind, the roughness of the ground The humidity of the air, and the sound of the sea And as the colors of the world, become disfigured Then shall he refurbish the entangled base? Of what once was, the infinite pursuit To be the one, that walks out immune And reveal the sensitivity underneath the skin By the man of Drew Schinik … to embrace the essentials of the settings Of the power no longer… in him, forever

Ross Schinik, Grade 11


Fern Katz, Grade 11

Morgan Marandola, Grade 11


From William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet...


Violet Hetson, Grade 8


Flying by Wing My wings flew me by Stopping only once To see you We could meet again After I stopped rushing With wings lifting me Off the ground Not knowing who I was meant to be When I find this I might have died but I know what I could have done

Lily Besen-McNally, Grade 7


Chauncey Dewey, Grade 8

Victoria Jamieson, Grade 12


SIBI NOMEN EST CAMILA

Her Name is Camila

SIBI NOMEN EST CAMILA EST GLADIATORA LAUDAT FLORES QUOD ILLAE FACIUNT CORONAS AMBULAT AD BELLUM UT PUGNET PRO PATRIA

Her name is Camila She is a warrior She praises flowers because They make garlands She walks to war To fight for her country

PORTAT UMERIS FABULAM DE TEMPORE UBI OCCURRIT ALATAE ROSAE QUAE IUBET PORTARE AURAM IN MANIBUS

She carries on her shoulders a story About the time when She met a winged rose Which told her to carry Air in her hands

ADVENIT CASTRAM SOLA EST PUELLA FACIT EAM LAETAM ESSE GLADIATORA

She arrives at the camp The only girl It makes her happy To be a warrior

CUPIT TENERE PRIORES DIES CUM FAMILIA SED FABULA EST CONFECTA QUOD DEBET MINGERE

She wants to hold yesterDays with her family But the story is finished [no translation]

Julia Conway, Grade 5 Elliott Feder, Grade 4


Elliott Feder, Grade 4


Robert Villani, Grade 4


Dans un Château

In a Castle

Le hibou est sous la table Il porte des chausses Le hibou est heureux Le hibou est très courageux Il se bat contre les dinosaures Il gagne toujours Il vit dans un château

The owl is under the table He wears medieval pants The owl is happy The owl is very courageous He fights dinosaurs He always wins He lives in a castle.

Elle a aperçu un pré Elle était méchante Elle marchait dans le pré chaque jour Un jour, elle a créé une potion des pommes de terre Elle vit dans un château

She caught sight of a meadow She was evil She used to walk in the meadow every day One day, she created a Potato potion She lives in a castle

La potion a donné la vie aux arbres Puis les arbres ont commencé à danser Puis ils ont joué du hautbois Puis ils sont allés avec le hibou et la femme au château

The potion brought to life the trees Then the trees began to dance Then they played oboe Then they went with the owl and the woman To the castle

Elizabeth Uhl, Grade 6


Brian Fargis, Grade 6

Will Brown-Feemster, Grade 11


Cole Fisher, Grade 11


Victoria Jamieson, Grade 12


Watercolor It was colorless when I stepped back to look at the paper. It was simply lightly drawn pencil lines on a white plane. Yet when I stepped back I saw the fading colors of a nineyear-old memory. The water was at low tide. I remembered its greenish tint, reflecting the tall grass in the cove. The boat was bobbing up and down on the surface of the water. My sister was sitting on the sea wall tossing popcorn into the water to feed the swans. I stood on the sea wall at shoulder height to my grandfather. Though it was a hot summer’s day in 1998, my grandfather wore long khaki pants and a long sleeved button-down shirt. A blue baseball cap covered his full head of white hair. He pointed to the boat floating in the cove. It was a small sailboat, a little larger than a dingy. My grandfather explained to me how the rigging on the sail would work, pointing to the mast and the boom. He then explained to me how the rudder would steer the boat in the current, and how the sail would switch sides in the wind to point itself in the right direction. I stuck out my arm and pointed a small finger at the boat. “But grandpa,” I said, “if it is a sail boat, then why does it have a motor?” “Because if there is no wind, there has to be some way to get home.” “Oh,” I muttered. “That’s smart.” I looked up at my grandfather from under the brim of my baseball cap. He was grinning, looking down at me. I recalled the honey colored wood of the boat, and the red house behind it. I remembered the overgrown grass that surrounded the dock the boat was tethered to. When I stepped back to look at the painting again it was full of color. It was exactly how I remembered it. I drove along the road to visit my grandfather. The vivid colors of the fall leaves made me think of my next watercolor I would bring him. A nurse escorted me to his room. My grandfather was sitting in a chair by the window; a book in his hands, a blanket my mother had knit for him covered his lap. “Mr. Hanley?” the nurse spoke in a sweet tone. “This young man would like to show you something.” She nodded to me encouragingly and I handed the old man the painting. “Oh,” he said. “This is very nice. Watercolor?” “Yes,” I answered. “My grandson had a knack for watercolor, if I remember correctly,” he told me. “I don’t remember the last time I saw that boy.” The old man looked sadly at the watercolor in his hands. At the cove he had looked at with his grandson only nine years prior. I pictured his memory looking much like the light pencil lines on the white paper. It was fading, becoming colorless.

Victoria Jamieson, Grade 12


Kathleen Whitman, Grade 10


Kathleen Whitman, Grade 10


What a Wonderful World

Enter the average American’s home and you will encounter the pale blue glow of a computer screen, the clacking of keys, and the hum of the hard drive. In fact, according to a study conducted by Emarketer, 43.2% of Americans are members of Facebook, and 8% of Americans use Twitter. In my opinion, the 43.2% of Americans using Facebook and the 8% using Twitter are ahead of their time. Communication via social networking sites is fast and convenient. Talking to someone on the phone or in person is archaic. In the time it takes you to find a phone number, and dial it, you could have already contacted 10 friends on Facebook, or sent out numerous Tweets. Human contact and phone conversations are outdated; in fact, they should be eliminated from society. Nothing is more mundane than having to track someone down and have a conversation. In addition to the tiresome task of finding such person, the actual conversations are equally boring and difficult. Facebook allows you to talk to a person and tell them whatever you want, whereas in a personal conversation you must be mindful of the other’s emotions. The extra effort of phone and one-on-one conversations could be better used elsewhere. Imagine a world where instead of talking to people in person and having relationships, everyone could all spend more time making videos for YouTube, surfing Facebook, or updating the world about putting on their socks via Twitter. Imagine a society free of human contact; it’s a beautiful thing. Shaking hands, hugging, kissing—humans are constantly touching. Thus they are spreading germs and bacteria. No matter how many times hands are meticulously scrubbed, germs will persist. The most efficient way to cut down on the spread of bacteria is to eliminate the amount of contact humans have with each other and the outside world. One of the biggest positive outcomes of eliminating a world where humans interact would be a decrease in the spread of infectious diseases. Every winter, the flu wreaks havoc all over the world, but there is a solution. Reducing human contact would severely decrease the amount of germs being spread; thus, the world would be a much healthier place. Another way to decrease the spread of disease would be to stop the ownership of dogs. Dogs are great, but all the effort they take is simply exhausting. Having to feed them, and walk them, that is simply too much to ask of someone! There are websites that take care of dog ownership. For example, Neopets.com is a website that allows its users to own virtual dogs and cats as well as other creatures. Who wants a dog when they can have a pet dragon? Reducing the amount of energy humans spend daily and reducing the spread of disease are extremely important. However, there are even more possibilities in a contact-free world. Commuting to school and the office in a world without human contact would also be eliminated. Video chatting could replace classrooms and office meetings, thus eliminating the need to drive to school or work. Millions of schools buses and cars would be taken off the road from 7am to 11am. This change would result in a drastic reduction of pollution


in the air. Another benefit would be more prosperous businesses. Instead of purchasing expensive real estate for office buildings, corporations could spend their money on making their business as efficient and prosperous as possible. If all businesses spent their money this way it is likely that the economy would receive a much-needed boost. In an ideal world, students and teachers would video chat instead of meeting at school. The government would save money by not having to build and maintain school buildings; thus, they would be able to provide students across the country with laptops. New cognitive research shows that technology is actually a new and very effective way of teaching. Auditory, visual, and hands on learning are effective. However, research has shown that students who learn using technology learn just as much as with the other methods, if not more. Technology fascinates children; therefore it has tremendous teaching power. Students would be more engaged in a virtual classroom, and therefore they would be more likely to learn and retain information. Video chatting would not only be useful for classrooms, but also for dating. Dating is complicated. Online dating websites are the solution to the hassle of blind dates, and in my opinion should completely replace regular relationships. Not only should people use websites such as eHarmony to find a partner, but they should also limit the personal contact they have with that person by limiting dates to video chatting and online instant messaging. Who needs the movies, or restaurants, or picnics? “Virtual relationships” would be freer of drama and effort. It takes a lot of time, money, and effort to plan a date, especially when one thinks about how easy it would be just to communicate online. Breakups would also be easier using technology. Everyone has experienced a bad breakup, and the Internet saves us from having to deal with those ever again. No need to call your significant other, or talk to them in person when you can simply change your Facebook status from “in a relationship” to “single”. The world is a dangerous place. Every time you leave your house you risk breathing in smog, catching a disease, or getting your heart broken. So why leave at all? So stay inside and bask in the glow of your computer, and swoon at the sound of your hard drive humming, and make the world a better place today!

Olivia Taylor, Grade 12


Morgan Marandola, Grade 11


Morgan Marandola, Grade 11


Dave Maturo, Grade 11


AURA FRIDGIDULA SOLE ORIENTE VIDEO MARE SPLENDIDUM CANDORE CANTANTEM ILLUD EST TRANQUILUM ET ARGENTEUM ET PRASINUM ET CAERULEUM ME IMPERAT UT OBDORMISCAM UTINAM POSSIM MANERE HIC PERPETUO AUDEO LIBENTER OSCITARE OSCITATIONEM ET SEDEO IN UMBRA ARBORIS SUBFLAVUM ET VIRIDE FOLIUM FLORESCIT NOVAM AESTATEM VENIRE SENTIO TAM LEVIS ET LAETA UT POSSIM VOLARE AURA FRIGIDULA SEDAT ME OBDORMISCO UTINAM POSSIM EXCITARE ME MANE SAEPIUS SED SUM FESSISSIMA

cool breeze as the sun is rising i see the singing sea shining with sparkle it is calm both silver and green and blue it orders me to sleep i wish i could stay here forever i dare to yawn a yawn and i sit in the shade of the tree yellowish and green the leaf begins to grow a new summer to come i feel so light and happy i could fly the cool breeze calms me i doze off i wish i could wake up early more often but i am soooo tired Molly Towne, Grade 8


Dinner

I was with my woman So fancy of her to drop by When I notice something That the air had a different hue And how something that’s odd Can trigger thoughts Everything between us changed On a single second When a brown rabbit came Hopping across our path She said “how wonderful life is” And I couldn’t help but notice A separation in our thoughts And at that moment a bit of “us” died And I became I And she became she Because all I could think of Was rabbit stew.

Cole Fisher, Grade 11


Cole Fisher, Grade 11


The Black Room with Primary Colors

I walked into a room. It was unpredictable. I was in a black room with primary colors. I couldn’t find my glasses, but knew I was alone. In the distance I saw neon blurs that seem to be moving. Blue, red, and yellow shapes floating towards my being. The aura of these floating neon objects was radiating. The light of the objects faded with distance and eventually died into the eternal darkness of the room. The sky was black. I had been lying on my back so I decided to get up. When fully extended in stance, I put my hand on my head and closed my eyes for a second. Suddenly the room switched from being a black room with primary colored moving shapes to being a white room with primary colored moving shapes. I walked about seven feet to where I thought a wall was and put my hand on it. All of the sudden my hand went through the wall like a ghostly steam. This made me lose my balance and I started to fall. It felt like falling off the edge of a mountain. I put my hand on my head and closed my eyes and the room went black again, but still there were floating blue, red, and yellow objects that were orbiting the room radiating light like a glow-stick. I had been freefalling for about thirty seconds, which suddenly stopped when I landed on a red plush wedge-like object. “You saved my life! Thank you!” I said to the inanimate object idiotically. Then I carefully pulled myself up and stepped down its stair-like ledge expecting to hit a surface, but instead the freefalling began again. I closed my eyes and covered my face. The room was white again, but I was still free falling. This is when I realized if I closed my eyes and put my hand on my head, the room would change from being white to black, but the primary colored objects were still slowly floating, yet have no destination. I landed on a blue spherical shape this time. It was too hard to balance on so I decided to jump from it and after about thirty seconds of freefalling I land on a yellow rectangular prism. I put my hand on my head and closed my eyes and the room turned black. I wondered if this room could do other things as well as change wall colors. Maybe I could change the primary colored objects into secondary colored objects? So I looked at the yellow radiating object and said “orange.” Like a gradient, it turned into a bright orange, which reminded me of Mars. “Mars” I said. Nothing happened, so I put my hand on my head and closed my eyes. Suddenly I was on Mars, but the room was room temperature. I hear Mars is pretty cold. Wandering around the dusty dirt, I used my foot to write my name on the rusty colored surface. I looked up to the hazy bluish red sky and saw multiple moons smiling at me. I smiled back and waved at them, and then continued further into this strange universe. I closed my eyes and walked with my hands in front of me, but I was careful not to put my hand on my head, or something might change. I wanted to explore Mars. To my surprise, I bumped into something warm and somewhat squishy, like a human! I opened my eyes and screamed! There was a black figure in front of me. “Hey Daniel,” it said.


“Woah! How’d you know that?” “Yeah I’m the one who sent you to the black room with primary colored floating objects. You couldn’t see me because I blend in real well with the black room with primary colored floating objects.” “Okay, so who are you?” “Dude.” “Yeah, but what’s your name?” “Dude.” “Alright ‘Dude.’ When do I get to go back home?” I looked to my left and saw a rough, red rocky hill with a foldable beach chair on it. “Yeah whenever you want is cool. You know how it works. Put your-” “Hand on my head and close my eyes!” “That’s right. Follow me.” Dude and I walked to the dusty red cliff and climbed it. Dude walked over to the foldable beach chair and sat down. There was a foldable end table and a cooler next to his chair.


“Would you like a coke?” “Boy would I! After all I’ve been through today.” I drank the coke while digging in the Mars with a red plastic spoon that I found along with a chip bag and a burger bun. “What on Mars are you doing?” Dude asked. “Why does Mars have trash?” I ignored his question with a passion. “We have a lot of parties here,” Dude replied. I didn’t bother asking whom Dude parties with. The black figure stood up and smiled. I took the moment to examine him. He was pitch black like the room I was in. He had skinny legs and a plump midsection that tapered into his neck. His head was very large and can-like. “Well Daniel, this is it. You best be going home now. I want you to close your eyes and put your hand on your head and say your address, zip code, state, and country.” “It was very nice meeting you Dude, and I am still a bit shell shocked about what happened today, but I thank you very much. I had a very…” I paused for a moment. “Weird time.” That was the only word I could come up with to describe the events that had taken place. I closed my eyes and put my hand on my head. “Censored address written here. Unheard over the sound of a very loud sonic boom.” I said. And just like the snap of a finger, I was home. And my glasses were next to my bed.

Story and Artwork by Violet Hetson, Grade 8


Victoria Jamieson, Grade 12


Kathleen Whitman, Grade 10


Poem

Can you clean that up? What up? There. That thing you left. Can you give me five minutes? I’m finishing something up. You’re always finishing something up. Just five minutes. I’ll do it. You know what? What. I’m done. Jesus Christ. Why do you always say that? Never mind. You never let me finish what I’m saying. You’re already finished.

Julia Ghahramani, Grade 11


Yuka Lou, Grade 11


Elliott Feder, Grade 4


Secret Thoughts

Sky falling on my window of pain Reflecting my dreams of summer, yet again Carrying weight on my shoulders and air in my palms Melting like summer ice cream, but my heart is still in fall Wanting so badly to break into a fit Show some emotion, but I am blocked by it. It captured my raptured soul It captured the past, I’ve been so longing to hold To hold and hug for forever more Hold and hug beneath my wings of stress that keeps me tied down to a pole. But you know what? I think I like it down here Instead of up there with everyone’s pessimistic prayers in my ear. To be up is like being tied down So I like it out here With only my own howl.

Elliott Feder, Grade 4


Sunsets & Sorrow As the dim lit day slows to a halt The clouds clear path for the suns rays Suddenly our canvases and brush run low and we are left alone They sink with the sunset leaving us with only our sorrow in which we cannot paint The only thing left is to finish this line but they turn away too quick to end it Left again for tomorrow

Looking Back on a Line My eye should only glance back at the canvas In my head it shows a long walk of a line Only I can understand Wind blows gently in my head a flash of red dances And of the places that ran past us Black and dreams Of imaginable lands Life stands unimportant place Like an old vase that has shattered Reality seems world and universes off in a dazed memory in the back of my mind

Lily Besen-McNally, Grade 7


Lily Besen-McNally, Grade 7


Song of Nature

My slow steady walk reveals the crunch of leaves below— the honeyed pine Little chipmunks scurry, joyfully cherishing this rich afternoon The deep wind rushes through— a peaceful moment in its place

The joyous tune of a bird’s song rings in my head The damp smells said there has been recent rain, The scent of berries leaves a wonderful taste in my mouth

The glowing leaves on pumpkin pied trees were begging of fall


The taste of wind is warm apple cider The distant highway is the thundering ocean

There

is a faint ring of bugs

Inside, the bushes The crack of a stick is mysterious The sun touches my skin giving me a soft warmth Composing the elegant song of nature

Elizabeth Uhl, Grade 6


Doodle Down I fell. I crashed into a bowl of water. Then I heard a booming voice say, “Doodle, you stay here and don’t die!” “Fine”, I yelled back. Then a bunch of crickets fell into the cage. I decided to catch one. I slowly crept up on him but he saw me and ran away. I felt my stomach grumble and I knew I had to get one. So I climbed up a tree and dove. In midair, I did three back flips then landed on him but I squished him. So I slurped up all the tiny guts and squished body. It was gross. After that, I decided to chase my tail. It was exhilarating. Finally, I stopped to catch my breath. I then went to look around. I found a pizza oven. So I made some. It was delicious and smelled delectable. As I was eating, I had the feeling that I wasn’t alone. I turned around to find a huge, benevolent looking potato staring at me. I then used my ninja skills on him. I had learned my skills from an ancient master. His name was Sensei George. He had taught me how to slice through anything. So I sliced the potato into the shape of French fries. After the French fries were done in the fryer, I ate them. They were delicious. In the end, the one who calls me Doodle came back every day and fed me so I lived happily ever after. Travis Baird, Grade 6

Brian Fargis, Grade 6


Maus Rap

There was a guy named Art In his books cats killed mice with darts The mice were executed If it was a movie, to me it would be muted So horrible, the situation of the mice was precarious To the cats it was hilarious To Germany Hitler at the time was hallow Now he is looked at as a human that was shallow He showed Jewish people malevolence He tricked them when they rinsed Now it is exemplified in a book It’s called Maus and it’s worth a look

Declyn Thornton, Grade 7


Model by Warren Hurlock, Grade 7

Photograph by Chauncey Dewey, Grade 8


The Roman Army

During the Roman Empire the ancient Romans developed a very advanced army with weapons and armor. They had three important handheld weapons: javelin, dagger, and finally, the gladius. (Not necessarily in that order.) They also had four types of armor: the helmet, groin guard, breastplate, and shield. First we will talk about the hand held weapon called a javelin or a pilum. It has an iron tip that is 3.3 feet long and a wooden shaft that is 6.5 feet tall. The tip would break off when it hit an enemy shield so that they could not use it again. The next handheld weapon is a gladius. The gladius is two feet tall sword, and it is modeled off of the Spanish short sword. Finally, the last of the handheld weapons is called the dagger. The dagger is carried on the left side, and it would kill any opponent with its double-edged blade in a simple thrust of the blade. A bigger weapon was the catapult. Sometimes the catapult throws bolts and sometimes it throws rocks. Did you know that the catapult could throw rocks and bolts that weigh the weight of a full grown man? As you can see, weapons are an important part of the Roman army. The Romans protected their bodies with armor. It is also very important to the Roman Army. There are two types of armor, body armor and the shield. The body armor includes groin guard, breastplate and helmets. First, we will talk about the helmet. It is made of iron or bronze. It has cheek guards, so you can still see or hear with the helmet on. Next up, the groin guard has studded leather strips, which made a fearsome jangling noise. And finally, the breastplate, which was fastened with buckles, hooks, or loops. Last, but certainly not least, the shield. The shield was made of plywood covered in leather. There was a metal disc in the middle of the shield called a boss. The boss is used to hit opponents in the face before stabbing them. The protection of the armor was important because if it were not there, they would have died easily. The Roman Empire was a very powerful empire because they had very good weapons and armor such as the breastplate, groin guards, helmets and the shield as well as the javelin, dagger and the gladius. The Romans were able to have a strong army because they had very good weapons and armor.

Josh Staw, Grade 4


The

Molly Towne, Grade 8

Lily Besen-McNally, Grade 7

Elliott Feder, Grade 4

Julia Conway, Grade 5


End

Rose Besen-McNally, Grade 7 Elizabeth Uhl, Grade 6

Violet Hetson, Grade 8


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